Summary

The request for this fic was for Astrid after canon with some Loki tossed in and I went with that. I got to wondering about how would she find her way and if perhaps some of those other Norse gods might come and help. This fic ended up being Astrid, Sif and Sigyn have conversations about being your own woman while David, Thor and Loki are off doing other things. I hope you enjoy it as I found it a pleasure to write. Thank you to ashen_key for betaing. My presentation of Sif is influenced partly by the Marvel Movies.

Small warning for references to an unhappy marriage and a home life of neglect.

It truly was armor somehow, captured in the knitting to reflect her true self like how if you looked just right, Thor’s hammer was always on his belt. Astrid had read of her, a warrior who had to prove her worth but respected by all the gods and warriors. And now she was standing in this small kitchen, with the stove that spat fire if it wasn’t lit correctly, having tea.

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When they said that flames lick, that kisses consume, or that touches burn, all these, David had thought, were only metaphors. Certainly flames have no mouths; when Luke withdrew from David his mouth would still be there; and where their hands, then their arms, then their torsos touched, and their knees tangled, David still had skin, not crisped or burnt or even reddened. Still, there was something important about this metaphor, something powerful and insightful about the connection between flame and Luke - between fire and love.